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The Sputtering Fire - Physical Exhaustion

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  The Embers in the Ice The glass is cold against my cheek, a final barrier I no longer have the strength to break. My breath comes in shallow, ragged hitches, fogging the surface, blurring the world outside into a meaningless grey smear. The violet firestorm that once roared through my neural pathways is dying. I can feel it sputtering out—weak, intermittent sparks fizzling around my temples like wet fuses. The machine is winning. It's heavy, clinical blue light washes over me, drowning the last of my resistance in a tide of artificial calm. I am too tired to fight the silence anymore. I am just... drifting. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art .  Subscribe to JJFBbennett's private FB hub:  https://www.facebook.com/share/g/18ythpSXPZ/ You can subscribe to my music via  YouTube Music ,...
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Osaka Displaced

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Where to go when
When struggles and feelings are destructive to your comparative mind

When shifting displeasure from self-harm
To those who have the power to harm

Being denied by what you wanted
For all of those legitimate reasons that pre-exist


Osaka Standing

I see you in the distance
Some 7 lanes apart
Standing alone in the rain
At night sheltered by your umbrella
Alone and in public being by yourself
Not wanting to be noticed
That is how we live now






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